Welcome to Installment #4 of my upcoming novel, Take Two: a Hollywood Romance with a Twist – coming to you from Big Sky, MT, where I am enjoyed our annual family ski trip. I am sharing Take Two for FREE every week, so click here for details on how to follow the story of Zac and Gina!
Zac was dimly aware of a wet pressure on his forehead.
His full name…Aunt Trudy?
He inhaled a careful breath, licked his lips, swallowed.
“He’s coming around.” The same voice. Not Aunt Trudy.
“How long has he been out?” Another voice. Male this time. The squeak of a chair hinge.
“About fifteen minutes, I think.” The wet pressure retreated.
“Still running a fever?”
A lighter touch on his forehead. “Still.”
He opened his eyes and tried to make sense of the woman who perched on the edge of the cot next to him.
His left hand pressed against the cot in an attempt to raise himself.
“Take it easy, Zac.” Gina’s hand went to his other wrist, which lay across his abdomen. He let himself fall back as a sudden pain sliced into his temples.
His eyes left Gina and wandered the trailer—yes, he was in the director’s trailer—then went to Dale (who stood next to the chair) and back to Gina. This doesn’t look good. “What happened?”
“You fainted in the middle of the scene,” Gina said.
He groaned and ran a hand behind his head. That meant the entire crew had seen it. And Sylvester…
“Do you want me to get the medic”? Dale asked.
“No,” Gina said. “I want to hear from Zac first. How do you feel?”
It felt like a woodpecker had taken up residence inside his skull. “I have a raging headache,” he muttered. “I need Vicoden.”
“Vicoden?” Gina said.
Damn. What was he thinking, telling her that? But it was hard to think clearly…
“Nothing else was working.” He rubbed his temples. “It was from a back injury I had last year.”
“Zac, you should have told me you were feeling that badly.”
“I didn’t think that was a good idea,” he said. “Not given our conversation…”
Gina’s face took on a stricken look.
“Besides,” he continued. “I thought it was just the flu.”
A wave of nausea washed over him. Oh, no. This could not be happening…
He moaned softly. “Not again!” He waved toward the small garbage basket that sat by the chair.
Gina swiped up the basket and handed it to him just in time. He leaned away from her as his stomach twisted in on itself and he heaved into the basket.
“Sorry,” he rasped when he could catch his breath. “This headache makes me nauseous.”
He was surprised to find she hadn’t left her perch next to him. Her face was a mask of concern as she asked, “What do you mean by ‘not again’?”
She noticed Zac’s hesitation. “No acting, Zac. Please. Just the straight-up truth.”
©2013 Tracey Cramer-Kelly
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